out of town

Eyes, ears and views.

Cherry

gracious delay

Weeping ashes Cracked smiles bandage his leafy, dead autumn skin Skin, sheltered underneath this cotton sack

a memo from the Boss

Look here boy-O, let me tell you a few home-truths Peace is me doing whatever the fuck I want: whenever and to whoever whilst you shut the fuck up.

a rose without pettles

A maroon midnight moves lovers in desire. A pink sky. A tulip for the sun. If only it was only so only now

lights out

Dark words: Free-Nations

home out of home

eyes for symphonies, ears for rainbows, fish from water, doves from white; home from home is now home so let's welcome the present simple and a swansong for home
Cherry

together and apart at a train station

space a suited, booted lady plugged into her muscial, solipsistic world clicks her ankles space